der was i...a li'l girl.. innocent, ignorant ..12 year old. movin' admist a throng of people where each face is sad and feeble. the ambience isso sad and grevious points out to something very serious... far in the distance, i see a figure ...paler than any breakin' the silence by her wailin'... lost to her destiny. this figure is my mother to who i go and murmer. listenin' me she takes me in her arms, lamentin' all the more... when i ignorant of her plight...utter words with twinkling eyes.... mumma, i want a toffee... while sittin' next to my father's dead body....
OMG thats sooo soooo beautiful! u know i get so emotional reading these things i can almost feel the pain behind them... awesome....reps! keep writin' okay I take my words back that paragraphing makes poetry beautiful......
on the poetry ( i dont wnat to comment on the event/thought): the way u captured the events from the eye of a innocent face is fabilous ... its like the movies they show...reaaly great recital
^ i dunno but i just wanna read it again... its one of the most fabulous things i've seen...n the innocence wid which its shown... ahhhh/...hats off to you nandita!
hey thnx all 4 ur rplies..nd ya is happened 4 real...bt plzz dun think dat dis makes me...bad, vulnerable..it just makes me stronger....
thnk u...bt i need a favour 4m all u guys....dun think me as sm1 different...i am not...different...its just d circumstances..it does not make me an alien....
u know sumthng...this page I am visiting now may be for the 5th time....and hv read this how many times i dunno...if this is really who u are...i am not talkin abt the incident...i m talkin abt how u hv expressed that...i love you lil gal...i really do... and about the incident...i really wish if u could say "no" horsesmouth's question...